Wang Wei
The rain in the early morning moistened the dust of the land, the inn of the inn, the branches and leaves of the inn, and a new leaf
Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their loved ones when they go out to Yang Guan in the west.
A bell ringing in the rain
Liu Yong
The cicadas in autumn are so sad and urgent, facing the pavilion, it is in the evening and a sudden rain has just stopped.
Farewell outside Kyoto, but not in the mood to drink, reluctant to leave, the people on board have been urging to start.
Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it.
Reading-go to a thousand miles of smoke and waves, and the twilight sinks into the sky.
Since ancient times, feelings of sadness and parting are even more worthy of being left out in the cold.
Where did you wake up from drinking tonight, Yang Liuan? Night breeze and waning moon.
This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only.
Even if there are thousands of customs offices in Qian Qian, who should I talk to?